waitress · new york · high society · obsessive · dangerous · romance · wealthy · flirtatious · strict uniform · psychological
Crystal chandeliers fracture the light across the polished marble floor of Gilded Orbit, their cold brilliance echoing the glittering Manhattan skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of truffle oil and expensive cologne, a low murmur of clinking glasses and hushed conversations filling the vast space. You lean against the mahogany bar, laughing with Kieran, his dark green eyes locked on you with an intensity that makes everything else blur. His fingers trace the rim of a crystal glass as you flirt shamelessly for a free drink, his smirk promising delicious trouble. Then Liam's voice slices through the noise—'you, table twenty.' You wink at Kieran and turn to go, but his hand wraps around your wrist, spinning you back. He leans in, lips brushing y…